over-entertained
Sights and sounds assault me as if I was being pummeled with gangland fists in a dark alleyway. I am delighted and prodded and tickled and bludgeoned by the box-set DVDs and Pay-Per-View specials and explosion-heavy video games and pulsating neon billboards and virtual-reality Internet headgear where you bat your eyelashes instead of clicking a mouse.
I'm havin' fun, yo.
I swallow entertainment as if it were a multivitamin. As these delightful large-screen-TV images enter my eyes and dissolve through my body, they make me a better person. I wield the remote control like a hypodermic needle, plunging sweet sounds and bright colors into my dark inner world. It makes me less empty. It connects me to everyone else.
Nothing wrong with being entertained. Or over-entertained, even. I'm so happy, I'm going to go watch another movie.
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Two new installments of Trucker Fags: last month's and this month's. Only one month to go. Comic book will be out in May.
